She only needed to leverage Justin's debt to her carefully and tactfully. One day, she was bound to legitimize the title of Mrs. Battleson.
"Charlotte, you think you can compete with me?"
In the empty dressing room, Evelyn Curtis's voice seemed eerily strange.
The Stinfield Apartment was the apartment given to her by Justin Battleson at the time, and the most valuable property to her name.
Evelyn Curtis deliberately instructed the housekeeper to prepare some of Justin's favourite dishes; then she went to the beauty parlour to freshen up her appearance for him.
She put on light makeup, accentuating her clear, pretty face. Then she squeezed herself into the latest high-end dress of the season and sat quietly on the sofa, waiting for Justin.
Sure enough, just after eight, the door knocking sound rang out.
She ran over with excitement, deliberately stalling at the door to confirm her makeup was flawless. Then she shyly opened the door with a coquettish voice.